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I like to think that I'm a happy man and I struggle to remember feeling any other way. I think, for my age, I'm in pretty good shape though I've given over caring at the end of the day. Suppose I'm lucky in many ways, when compared to the stuff with which I'm not and I'm mostly happy with the things around me 'cause I don't really miss anything I've not got. My future's secure in many ways though I wonder sometimes if I'd like to be free. I think I've a good life, when compared with the next man but then he's a good life when compared to me. In fact I suppose when I look at relative matters, then comparatively speaking, I can only see that I struggle to relate because my comparative state can't seem to allow me to simply be me. |
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